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Never Ending Poem...JC
... but in the fight of life
And hope of every man;
'Tis not to fight the good fight
But just win it if we can...
A Dream Was Made That Day...JC...2010
Could it be, the gentle whisper that disturbed my slumber
Was instead the vicious rapping of the hammer head
Which pounded in a spike to split the crucifix asunder
To dig a trench and trace a path to where a soul had bled.
Had bled upon the ground below the body hanging there,-
Inside a hole that was reamed out of dirt and rock and clay,-
And caused a pool of blood to stand around a tree of death.
A spirit fled a body and a dream was made that day.
Written by JC Alexander
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